Sinful Sunday 422 – MAMIL

Aw we journey though my collection of latex, Fetish-Curious Reader, and arrive at my next chronological acquisition, I am minded of a creature increasingly seen on the roads of the UK in the last few years.
The M.A.M.I.L.

For those not familiar with the acronym, it’s a mildly pejorative term for male cyclists, clad in skin tight body suits, especially those not in the first flushes of youth … Middle Aged Men In Lycra.

While I did my share of mountain biking in my 20s, and from time to time have cycled for both transport and exercise since, I’ve never really been bitten by the cycling bug. Not to the extent of habitually parading my love handles and unimpressive genitalia in lycra.
See, I do have some dignity, Dear Reader.[Ed: He’s lying, Dear Reader. As we’re about to see …]

As we have established, I an entirely different type of M.A.M.I.L.
I’m a Middle Aged Man In Latex.

Deciding how to photograph my catsuit took quite a lot of deliberation, and even after I had decided to draw on a staple of the rubber fetish photographic cannon – the shower – I still took over 100 photos. I guess showers are popular because shiny latex really does look fantastic with water running off it. So it’s a pity I forgot to polish my catsuit before the photos. If I have an excuse, it is that buffing up rubber is so much easier when someone else is wearing it, and obviously I don’t have an willing assistant. Any volunteers?

I have a mental image of you staging outside, dressed in rubber, while the firemen search the building. It must have been so embarrassing to have all the other guests see you in latex that was only half polished.